Going down the mount

The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,Only now do I realize, Zuo Zuo is actually born to be poor!,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Mingtong master uncle. He is doing well now, follow him, and you won't go hungry."。